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In room No 6 was a 48 year old Chinese man connected to a breathing machine, he was bought in breathless with fluid filled his lungs and his blood pressure down in the basement.

There's not much surprise there since his heart only pumped at 31 percent of his normal ejection fraction.

Cardiomyopathy and acute pulmonary oedema are never meant to be together.

As he lied there looking as though he was asleep, his wife would came by and sat next to him talking to him and caressed his face.

She asked me whether he could still hear her. I dunno. I like to believe that he could. Even though he's sedated with 5mg/hour of midamorphine.

"Yes. Talk to him" I didn't look at her, afraid that she might knew I was probably lying.

As I leave the room, I could almost hear them talking to each other.

Haha

Got this from MMR website.

A cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral. A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service. Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside.The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.

At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter.

When all eyes stared at him, he said, "I’m sorry, I was just thinking of my own funeral………I’m a gynaecologist".

A proctologist fainted.

Trial

The department's mortality & morbidity review or fondly known as M&M is an intense weekly activity that no MO (medical officer) likes.

Supposedly its intent is to highlight cases that shouldn't have ended up in mortuary. Just face it, people die.. and we can't stop that from happening. But the M&M is never about that. It's not the WHAT - but merely the HOW is what gonna screw the MO's asses.

Really.. what supposed to be an educating session for the junior docs i.e the HO (house officer), turns to get carried away into a court drama session at times.


"Are you saying that you didn't check up on that patient for the second time that night?" the professor asks the MO 'in charge' of that case.


".. but.. but I was busy.. with another patient in different ward" the young man looks like a pale moonlight.


".. not an excuse.. wrong answer...I expect.. " the professor losing his patience.


"You want answer?" a tone of irritation building up in the young man's voice.


"I want the truth!" the 60 year old professor stands up.



"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH" the MO hit the table with his fist.


-- a cengkerik make a sound in the lecture hall, and HOMO (HO-turning MO) just peed in her pants.